"You... You uh wanna watch a movie or something? Try to pass some of the time by?" Doug asked as he came into the living room from the kitchen holding a bowl of soup in his hands"

"If you want." Tom's eyes fell onto the still steaming bowl in Doug's hands and he frowned "I'm not eating."

"You need to keep your strength up."

"I'm just going to throw it up."

"You don't know that, and besides even if you do It's better to throw up food then well... to throw up nothing."

"Doug,"

"Tom." Doug sighed sitting down on the sofa next to his best friend. "Come on just a bite or two... for me?" He half whined giving his best set of puppy dog eyes in Hanson's direction.

"I can't."

"So what are you going to do then? Never eat again? You know if you keep this up Fuller is going to admit you to the hospital."

"He wouldn't..." Tom's voice went from stern to begging in a matter of seconds, "W-would he?"

"We need to get you better man, and we're going to do whatever it takes to make that happen."

"3 bites." Hanson growned throwing his head back against the cushions of the couch and closing his eyes.

"5..."

"3..."

"4..."

"3, and that's final now hurry up before I change my mind, and lose my balls."

"I guess it's better than nothing." Doug ran his fingers through his hair as Tom sat up his shakey hands reaching for the bowl. "Do you need some help with this?"

Tom drew his lip into his mouth and cast his eyes downward giving a slight nod.

"Hey...it's alright, I won't tell if you won't."

"Thanks man."

Looking up Doug gave him a slight grin as he reached in and took a spoon full of soup,. "What are friends for right?"

Tom eyed the soup wierily the smell alone making him nausious as he bit at his lip. "Doug I-"

"Just three bites Hanson nice and easy..."

"O-okay..." Tom took in a deep breath as his mouth trembled and he locked it around the soup spoon feeling the hot chicken noddle broth sliding down his throat he gaged nearly intantly.

"Relax Tommy just relax..." Peenhall's voice was soft and low as he pulled the utensil from his partners lips. "Just two more..."

Covering his mouth as his coughing slowed Hanson's eyes were filled with what almost looked like fear as they watered from his gag reflex... "Doug please... please no more..."

"You need to eat..."

"I-I can't."

"You won't!" Relief washed over Doug as he heard someone knocking at the door and got up to answer it, "Your going to eat it Tom."

"I can't!"

Shaking his head and letting an irritated growl escape from his lips Doug opened the door to see Harry standing on the other side of it, "Hey Iokage. How goes things?"

"Captain Fuller sent me for Hanson watch man, said you needed a little help over here."

"I don't need help, he's forcing me to have help."

"How is he?"

"It's tough to say... he's in pretty bad shape."

"He can hear you!" Tom's voice interupted the two men still standing in the enterance way to the medium sized apartment.

"Hey man!" Ioki smiled peaking his head around the corner before stepping into the living room area. "I just thought maybe you and Dooug could use a little company."

"Thanks man."

"Now Iok, please would you get this man to eat something? He'smore stubborn than a mule I swear it..."

Ioki nodded, "Penhall has a point Hanson your going to need to eat if you want to get through this..."

"I just-" Hanson's face went white his mouth opening , he gasped for air as he clutched his stomach his eyes watering his body shivering.

"Hanson?" Ioki was already up off the sofa... "TOM!..." The panic in his voice causing Penhall to come running from the kitchen where he had just turned on the water to begin the dishes...

"Tommy?" Penhall kneeled down next to him Ioki on the other side.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Hanson's two helpless friends watched as sweat began to pour down his face his lips quivering to match the rest of his body. Throwing his head forward into penhalls neck he screamed again biting down so hard on his lip he knew it must have been bleeding...

"Alright Hanson...Deep breaths...deep breaths..." Ioki rubbed his back heavily as penhall held his head still in the crink of his neck, "You can fight this man, you can fight it..."

"It hurts... it hurts so bad..." He mumbled breathlessly fighting against the tears now pouring down his face as he felt his insides being torn out, his ahdn gripped tightly to Doug's shoulder so tight that his nails ripped right through the larger man's shirt and into his skin. "HELP ME!"

"I-I can't Tom... you have to fight this..."

"FUCK YOU!"

"Here why don't we lay you back on the couch..." Ioki frowned not knowing exactly what to do in this situation...

Tom oblidged without much say so in the matter every muscle in his body as tight as it can get no matter how many breaths he drew in relaxation never seemed to come as his fingers curled around the fabric of the couch tearing at it mercilessly his head banging back against the arm rest...

"Hanson Stop it!" Penhall ordered grabbing his neck. "Look at me."

"IT HURTS!"

"Just breathe man... Just breathe..." Ioki got up and headed towards the kitchen to get a washcloth taking note of the small drops of blood running from his mouth.

"Your doing real good here Tom real good..."

"KISS MY ASS!"

"Later..." Penhall let out a small sigh of relief when the hand still gripping his shoulder released.

"I have to get outta here..." Tom mumbled fighting to sit up..."Air...I need air..." he gasped closing his eyes now that the siering pain in his gut was over. Bringing hs hand up he whiped the blood from his lip.

"Here..." Ioki held out his arm Penhall getting up and standing on the other side,

"You want air? Are you alright Tommy?"

"Do-do I look alright Doug?" Tom's eyes were still watering as he took his friends hands and let them pull him up from the couch. Both men knew he was crying, but niether man said a word as Penhall slid his arm around the smaller man's waist and Harry kept his hand firmly around his arm... They headed for the back balcony.

"We're gonna get this guy man..."

"I know Harry..." Hanson let his body slide down the wall outside on his balcony closing his eyes as the cool october breeze hit his face. "I know..."

I'm not to sure how I feel aboutthis part, but it was something that needed to be done to move the story forward so... yeah... Anyway the next part will be better I garuntee it, and as always reviews are my friend, critisism is my friend. Thank you for your reviews.